motile foot, gripped on bedrock sends messages through the ecosystem; I wrap myself in colluded roots and trip on codes oxygen emergency; we descend angled down to pluck wormy pavement reject fascia eye the mountain and open our doey nettles lush and squishy, roller distills pigment in screaming humidity. paint bucket is peeled and edged with butterflies: the monarchs are birthed thirsty. there, they sip boggy dew lashed to estuary's mud pack swamp grass vibrating the cool sub-floor where they rest warmly chirping. why to? by night cause it say so. each line alight, each line got lighted dense calcite quickened up the drain pipe. who by? night at grackle draped wire. lighted dense spiral raptures twist off horse shoe gasket. kerosene crisped black speckles homily for waning moon song. firework hides its poem in the chimneypots. plunk. kerplunk. to a line hung dry on rayon swings there bright like robin-fat embers, orange and spongy. |
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